Quiet Goodbyes, A Love Without Tomorrow Novels & Stories

One that beats for you alone. I loved you then, I love you now, and I will love you in every tomorrow that finds us. Shamelessly, L.S

Love does not knock on a door gently closed. Love does not return simply because it remembers how to. Love waits. Love respects. Love bows. I turn off the television. Not to forget her. To hold her more gently. The quiet settles again but it is different now. Fuller. Alive. Soft around the edges. Some love does not end. Some love just becomes quieter. Not lost. Transformed. I close my eyes, a breath easing out of me. No regret. Only acknowledgment. I speak into the room not to be heard, just to name the truth of it:

he said, voice low, “we clean the candy chaos. Tonight, we rest.” “Deal,” I murmured, curling closer. And as the stars blinked above us and the soft glow of our home spread across the yard, I realized that this — these quiet in-betweens after the storm — were the moments I’d keep forever. The laughter fades. The candy melts. But love — this kind of love — always stays. END OF CHAPTER 118

“I think love is less about staying and more about not ruining each other on the way out. Some goodbyes are just softer forms of I love you.” He stopped, let the pen rest. Outside, the city was waking cars, birds, a baby crying in some apartment nearby. Life, unpausing. And under that sound, he felt something he hadn’t in a long time quiet acceptance. Not the kind that comes after you stop loving, but the kind that lets you love without needing to possess. He smiled to himself, tired but lighter. Somewhere out there, she was probably sitting by her window too, coffee in hand, listening to the same dawn.

I want to dance with her while I am staring at her eyes before this night ends. “Your eyes can see, what they can’t see As the darkness end, I need to kiss you goodbye I want to hold you close for one more time And feel the warmth of my love and the longing of my heart Because tomorrow will bring the new pains to our lonely hearts” She holds me closed while we are gently swaying to the music. I know she won't want to let me go but I have to go. I looked into her eyes one more time because I don’t know when I can look into her eyes again. I saw sadness in her and I felt a longing inside her heart. She might not know but I feel the same. Goodbye is the hardest part of all but I don’t have a ch

Lucas watched them, a shell of himself, as I laid the divorce papers before him again. "Sign these soon, then we'll pick a date to make it official." His voice shook. "This is our home. Where will you go? I can't bear to lose you, I was wrong, I ignored you..." His words washed over me, leaving no mark as I wheeled my suitcase out the door. "Harriet, I love you. I can't stand to be apart from you..." Lucas was a mess, tears choking his words. The lead mover shot us a sympathetic look before hurrying off to his truck.

But with a declined card, a spilled Birkin, and a woman no one helps. And up here, in the quiet, with rain-scented wind and the man who chose me every day There’s only forward. Only love. Only the life we’re about to welcome. No ghosts left. Just us. Just tomorrow. Just the three of us, finally, completely free.

I walked past him, stepped into the elevator, and pressed the close button without the slightest hint of reluctance. I arrived at Blair's house half an hour later. I told my best friend about my miscarriage. She hugged me and comforted me, coaxing me for hours. I never once bothered texting Caleb the entire time. Instead, he sent me a text consisting of a single question mark. I ignored it. He shot me another text the following day, saying, "The breakfast they serve out here tastes horrible." Blair, who was sitting at the dining table and enjoying breakfast with me, regarded me with unconcealed bewilderment before blurting, "I can't believe you're still here! You actually stayed here instead

And now when tomorrow comes, The echo of your naked voice over the phone, Keeps her up all night as she weep, The ghosts of every remorse and regret, Come haunts her in her sleep. An Airhead, she was; Getting lost in the sky and the stars, But when tomorrow comes, She knew you were her Heaven Embracing all her flaws. So when tomorrow comes, Please don't let it all go. Though love her so much as you may, It is not all okay. ~ •••••••• ~ By VICTORIC VAL||18/12/2020

But I stood my ground and refused to give even an inch. At last, Lawrence loosened his grip. He understood. I didn't love him anymore. - That day at the airport, Lawrence stood there, surrounded by shredded paper. People passed by nonstop, casting curious glances and whispering to each other. These things that Lawrence had never experienced before still couldn't make him move. He gathered all the paper scraps together and stayed right there, as if guarding them meant I would come back. But I was already on a plane headed to the other side of the country.